Belril
Every day's a challenge
But I always seem to get through
But I always seem to get through
"This particular tree drops a lot of acorns, this one and three others," Belril began to say, trying not to focus on the weapon on the lady's side. "Today was the day I checked on this one for acorns that had fallen, but if you were already gathering them..." He was rubbing the back of his neck, looking down as he did. As he did, the sliver of a scar from under the sleeve on his forearm became slightly more noticeable.
Even that sliver looked downright nasty to behold, from how it appeared to stain his pale skin with a black line that had clearly healed back as skin. "...it breaks pattern, but I guess I can check on the next tree in the order instead..."
Even that sliver looked downright nasty to behold, from how it appeared to stain his pale skin with a black line that had clearly healed back as skin. "...it breaks pattern, but I guess I can check on the next tree in the order instead..."
Each day's a balancing act
Of good and bad events
Of good and bad events